We didn't spend that much friend time together, but it was the best quality. A backyard bbq party in Balmain. A bottle or two of wine shared at our work offsite in the snow. A crazy beautiful evening in San Francisco eating Ethiopian food at New Eritrea then stumbling into the Academy of Sciences Museum dressed up as a night club. Your infectious smile and wicked sense of humour.
I'm going to miss you, Mike. 42 is no age to be leaving this world.